"I think it's going to be dinner with the King. Wouldn't that be romantic?" Sierra commented as she gently tapped Myra's hand.
The princess blushed instantly, averting her gaze as an undeniable smile appeared on her face. Myra was worried, what if she said something wrong? What if she makes a fool of herself. As her thoughts spiraled out of control, Myra could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Sweat droplets trickled down the side of her forehead.
Her footsteps became unbalanced. Sierra, who was holding her hand at the time, noticed the change instantly.
"Myra, Myra! Are you alright?" She asked, her voice filled with concern.
She could feel her pulse through her wrist, she knew something was wrong. Princess Cassandra happened to be nearby. She could not help but roll her eyes.
